My spot on comedy timing goes unappreciated once again.

I have from time to time on this website extolled the virtues of renting movies from the Redbox.

For a buck you can’t get hurt regardless of whether or not the flick is any good and if you don’t get a chance to even watch the movie . . . it was a DOLLAR. I waste dollars on way less significant stuff than unwatched DVDs – hell I own about 56 DVDs that I have never even opened yet alone watched . . .

Well the one thing I have never really touched on before is what happens when you get to the Redbox and there is already someone there.

Some mouth breathing, flip flop wearin’, 11 sizes too small shirt sportin’ behemoth from the planet Zenon who apparently has never once in the history of their attracting their own gravity had to swipe a freakin’ credit card…